Wontolla's Reservation
Tecumseh, Legendary Shawnee

March 9, 1768 - Oktober 5, 1813
home.jpg honor.jpg guestbook.jpg
A fiery orator, a brilliant diplomat, a revolutionary thinker, a political and military genius, the man named Tecumseh became a legend among Native Americans and whites. 
He stood as a messiah to his people during one of the most crucial periods of their history, as the whites began to explore and expand to the west of the British colonies. 
Tecumseh's was a life that did not lack in drama. Born in 1768 under the augury of a shooting star, ("The-Panther-Passing-Across") was the subjekt of prophecies from his adoptive father Chiungalla, his brother Chiksika, and great Miami chief Michikiniqua. Proving himself a skilled hunter by the age of six, Tecumseh went on to be accorded warrior status at twelve -- an almost unheard of honor. Commanding a remarkable amount of respekt for a young man, at fifteen he took a stand against the torture and brutality Shawnee warriors inflicted upon whites and other prisoners -- and, with an eloquence far beyond his years, swayed older warriors to his cause. 
As the American forces planned a massive campaign to exterminate the Shawnee, the twenty-three-year-old Tecumseh repeatedly walked boldly through the streets of the settlement at Cincinnati -- and within the walls of Fort Washington itself -- to gather intelligence that led the Shawnee to win the greatest Indian victory in history over any American military force. Though he did not belong to one of the ruling clans of the Shawnee, the visionary Tecumseh extended his power beyond tribal boundaries to become a leader among many Native American tribes, forming an unprecedented alliance against the white settlers and their government. 
Although Tecumseh drew together perhaps the largest force ever commanded by a North American Indian, playing a decisive role in the capture of Detroit and of more than 2,000 U.S. soldiers during the War of 1812, his grand design for Native American unification was doomed to failure. One year later, during the Battle of the Thames (Oct. 5, 1813), the Shooting Star disappeared and was never seen again. It is said, he died that day. 
But the story does not end in defeat and death: The great warriors and statesmen of history are measured by the power of their charisma, the strength of their message, the boldness of their vision -- and on that scale, Tecumseh's star burns as bright as ever.

A sorrow in our heart
 ISBN 0-553-08023-7

Allan W. Eckert
go top - index.gif

10def_wh.jpg At the battle of Fort Meigs  (1813)  a party of 650 Americans was captured by the British and the Indians.
Though they had surrendered as prisoners of war, yet the Indians were firing into them promiscuously, or selecting such as they chose to
tomahawk in cold blood. This dreadful scene was interrupted by Tecumseh, who came spurring up and, springing from his horse to the ground,
dashed aside two Indians who were about to kill an American, threatening to slay anyone who would dare to injure another prisoner..."
WOOD ENGRAVING from 1894: Tecumseh Defends The Whites At Fort Meigs  Artist: Chapin

go top - index.gif
Sleep Not Longer, 0h Choctaws and Chickasaws",  In view of questions of vast importance, have we met together in solemn council tonight. Nor should we here debate whether we have been wronged and injured, but by what measures we should avenge ourselves; for our merciless oppressors, having long since planned out their proceedings, are not about to make, but have and are still making attacks upon our race who have as yet come to no resolution. Nor are we ignorant by what steps, and by what gradual advances, the whites break in upon our neighbors. Imagining themselves to be still undiscovered, they show themselves the less audacious because you are insensible. The whites are already nearly a match for us all united, and too strong for any one tribe alone to resist; so that unless we support one another with our collective and united forces; unless every tribe unanimously combines to give check to the ambition and avarice of the whites, they will soon conquer us apart and disunited, and we will be driven away from our native country and scattered as autumnal leaves before the wind. But have we not courage enough remaining to defend our country and maintain our ancient independence? Will we calmly suffer the white intruders and tyrants to enslave us? Shall it be said of our race that we knew not how to extricate ourselves from the three most dreadful calamities-folly, inactivity and cowardice? But what need is there to speak of the past? It speaks for itself and asks where today is the Pequod? Where the Narragansetts, the Mohawks, Pocanokets, and many other once powerful tribes of our race? They have vanished before the avarice and oppression of the white men, as snow before a summer sun. In the vain hope of alone defending their ancient possessions, they have fallen in the wars with the white men. Look abroad over their once beautiful country, and what see you now? Naught but the ravages of the pale face destroyers meet our eyes. So it will be with you Choctaws and Chickasaws! Soon your mighty forest trees, under the shade of whose wide spreading branches you have played in infancy, sported in boyhood, and now rest your wearied limbs after the fatigue of the chase, will be cut down to fence in the land which the white intruders dare to call their own. Soon their broad roads will pass over the grave of your fathers, and the place of their rest will be blotted out forever. The annihilation of our race is at hand unless we unite in one common cause against the common foe. Think not, brave Choctaws and Chickasaws, that you can remain passive and indifferent to the common danger, and thus escape the common fate. Your people, too, will soon be as falling leaves and scattering clouds before their blighting breath. You, too, will be driven away from your native land and ancient domains as leaves are driven before the wintry storms.
Der junge Tecumseh 10tecum3.jpg 10tecum2.jpg 10tecum1.jpg
Archiv für Zeichnungen
Museum of the 
American Indian
Woolaroc Museum
Bartlesville, Oklahoma
National History Museum

Benjamin J. Lossing (1875)  Robert Lindneux This is probably not Tecumseh!
go top - index.gif
Sleep not longer, 0h Choctaws and Chickasaws, false security and delusive hopes. Our broad domains are fast escaping from our grasp. Every year our white intruders become more greedy, exacting, oppressive and overbearing. Every year contentions spring up between them and our people and when blood is shed we have to make atonement whether right or wrong, at the cost of the lives of our greatest chiefs, and the yielding up of large tracts of our lands. Before the palefaces came among us, we enjoyed the happiness of unbounded freedom, and were acquainted with neither riches, wants nor oppression. How is it now? Wants and oppression are our lot; for are we not controlled in everything, and dare we move without asking, by your leave? Are we not being stripped day by day of the little that remains of our ancient liberty? Do they not even kick and strike us as they do their blackfaces? How long will it be before they will tie us to a post and whip us, and make us work for them in their corn fields as they do them? Shall we wait for that moment or shall we die fighting before submitting to such ignominy?
Have we not for years had before our eyes a sample of their designs, and are they not sufficient harbingers of their future determinations? Will we not soon be driven from our respective countries and the graves of our ancestors? Will not the bones of our dead be plowed up, and their graves be turned into fields? Shall we calmly wait until they become so numerous that we will no longer be able to resist oppression? Will we wait to be destroyed in our turn, without making an effort worthy of our race? Shall we give up our homes, our country, bequeathed to us by the Great Spirit, the graves of our dead, and everything that is dear and sacred to us, without a struggle? I know you will cry with me: Never! Never! Then let us by unity of action destroy them all, which we now can do, or drive them back whence they came. War or extermination is now our only choice. Which do you choose? I know your answer. Therefore, I now call on you, brave Choctaws and Chickasaws, to assist in the just cause of liberating our race from the grasp of our faithless invaders and heartless oppressors. The white usurpation in our common country must be stopped, or we, its rightful owners, be forever destroyed and wiped out as a race of people. I am now at the head of many warriors backed by the strong arm of English soldiers. Choctaws and Chickasaws, you have too long borne with grievous usurpation inflicted by the arrogant Americans. Be no longer their dupes. If there be one here tonight who believes that his rights will not sooner or later be taken from him by the avaricious American pale faces, his ignorance ought to excite pity, for he knows little of the character of our common foe. And if there be one among you mad enough to undervalue the growing power of the white race among us, let him tremble in considering the fearful woes he will bring down upon our entire race, if by his criminal indifference he assists the designs of our common enemy against our common country. Then listen to the voice of duty, of honor, of nature and of your endangered country. Let us form one body, one heart, and defend to the last warrior our country, our homes, our liberty, and the graves of our fathers. Choctaws and Chickasaws, you are among the few of our race who sit indolently at ease. You have indeed enjoyed the reputation of being brave, but will you be indebted for it more from report than fact? Will you let the whites encroach upon your domains even to your very door before you will assert your rights in resistance? Let no one in this council imagine that I speak more from malice against the pale face Americans than just grounds of complaint. Complaint is just toward friends who have failed in their duty; accusation is against enemies guilty of injustice. And surely, if any people ever had, we have good and just reasons to believe we have ample grounds to accuse the Americans of injustice; especially when such great acts of injustice have been committed by them upon our race, of which they seem to have no manner of regard, or even to reflect. They are a people fond of innovations, quick to contrive and quick to put their schemes into effectual execution no matter how great the wrong and injury to us, while we are content to preserve what we already have. Their designs are to enlarge their possessions by taking yours in turn; and will you, can you longer daily, 0 Choctaws and Chickasaws? Do you imagine that that people will not continue longest in the enjoyment of peace who timely prepare to vindicate them-selves, and manifest a determined resolution to do themselves right whenever they are wronged? Far otherwise. Then haste to the relief of our common cause, as by consanguinity of blood you are bound, lest the day be not far distant when you will be left single-handed and alone to the cruel mercy of our most inveterate foe.
go top - index.gif
When a white man kills an Indian in a fair fight it is called honorable, but when an Indian kills a white man in a fair fight it is called murder. When a white Army battles Indians and wins it is called a great victory. but if they lose it is called a massacre and bigger armies are raised. If the Indian flees before the advance of such armies, when he tries to return he finds the white men living where he lived. If he tries to fight off such armies, he is killed and the land is taken anyway. When an Indian is killed it is a great loss which leaves a gap in our people and a sorrow in our heart; when a white is killed, three or four others step up to take his place and there is no end of it. The white man seeks to conquer nature, to bend it to his will and to use it wastefully until it is all gone and then he simply moves on, leaving the waste behind him and looking for new places to take. The whole white race is a monster who is always hungry and what he eats is land.
Chiksika to Tecumseh, March 19,1779
go top - index.gif
Tecumseh's Guidelines
    • Live your life that the fear of death can never enter your heart. 
    • Trouble no one about their religion. 
    • Respect others in their view, and demand that they respect yours. 
    • Love your life, perfect your life, beautify all things in your life. 
    • Seek to make your life long and its purpose in the service of your people. 
    • Prepare a noble death song for the day when you go over the great divide. 
    • Always give a word or a sign of salute when meeting or passing a friend, even a stranger, when in a lonely place. 
    • Show respect to all people and grovel to none. 
    • When you arise in the morning give thanks for the food and for the joy of living. 
    • If you see no reason for giving thanks, the fault lies only in yourself. 
    • Abuse no one and no thing, for abuse turns the wise ones to fools and robs the spirit of its vision. 
    • When it comes your time to die, be not like those whose hearts are filled with the fear of death, so that when their time comes they weep and pray for a little more time to live their lives over again in a different way.
    • Sing your death song and die like a hero going home.
go top - index.gif
Home http://wontolla.homepage.t-online.de/wontolla/Tecumseh.html Impressum
Libro de Honor
created 1998, April
Livre d' Or last modified 2005-04-11 by Ottmar Ederer gastbook.jpg
WebHits Visitors discovered these sites since July 2000; counted by webhitlogo1.gif